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Sumi looked up at the delinquent- no, at [i]Natsuki[/i] in shock. [color=lime]”O-Okay...”[/color]

Someone just stood up for her. Someone had actually stood up for her. That... was an interesting feeling. Shock, terror, disgust, and (more recently) pity? She was familiar with those. This, however, was new. Sumi actually felt her heart skip a beat. M-Maybe... maybe they could be friends? 

Her stomach growled, and her face immediately turned a bright shade of red. How embarrassing! She quickly looked over to Black-and-White and Little Boy Blue, hoping to avert her gaze. It didn’t seem like anything she’d said had made a lick of difference to them. She doubted she’d be making friends with them any time soon. But they were going to be classmates, so... maybe? She supposed the best she could hope for from them was that they could get along.

Sumi sighed.

A few minutes later, she and everyone in Team Teamwork had the catgirl’s phone number. She didn’t know if she’d need it, but it felt nice to have someone else’s contact info in her phone. Maybe she’d actually be able to make some friends at this school? More than one friend, at least. Remembering the dreary, somewhat-teary, somewhat-cheery goodbye she shared with her middle school best friend Megumi before packing her bags for Kirisama, Sumi did a quick jog back to Natsuki.

[color=lime]“It l-looks like everyone’s getting ready! W-We should too!”[/color] she said, feeling a new source of determination welling up inside her. Sumi pumped her fists excitedly then sank into a sprinter’s position. 

Then the screaming started. And suddenly, it was like the last year had never even happened. Sumi froze, her brow beaded with cold sweat. She could hear a roaring in her ears, her eyes widening until they swallowed the sky, and then she was there again, lying flat on her back with the mid-afternoon sun beating down on her. Her arm hurting. Her legs hurting. Her [i]stomach[/i] hurting. Nothing to keep her company except the lapping of the waves stinging her exposed flesh.

So alone. So...